The boys were the only ones who really had anything particular needing doing this morning: they had to walk down to the AVES centre where they collected a packet of chips, jungle energy bar and ₤1 from Jennifer, via Harry who works at the centre. On Sunday at church she said she had something for them, and would drop it off on Monday if she was coming to town, which she actually did happen to do but had forgotten to bring the goodies with her. Thus it was that at exactly 8.36 am this morning, two little boys could be seen running down the road with a very set goal in mind. That of course made the morning drag for them as I said they could eat their stuff for tenzees. Aaron carried his chips around with him, asking every ten minutes what the time is now…we were all VERY relieved when 10 o’clock finally rolled on.
Aaron was quite unexpectedly sick in the early hours of Monday morning – around midnight Sunday night, actually. I woke up when I heard him crying as he walked to the bathroom, and trailed him to stand by while he emptied the rest of the contents of his stomach into the toilet. The first part had already been expelled on his bed – all over his pillows, duvet, and right down to the mattress. What a mess, and what a smell. He couldn’t sleep on his own bed for the rest of the night, obviously, so I set him up on the floor in our room. His nose was bothering him though, which is to be expected after you’ve had curdled juice and cheese snackwiches hurtling through it, but even after blowing it and blowing it there was stuff in it. He was making such a noise with his breathing that I lay awake for an hour, until Nick suggested putting him into the guest room. This I did, but then he came back into our room crying that he was all alone, so I lay on the double bed with him for a while until he was happy and said I could go back to bed. He was absolutely fine after that, although looked a little tired yesterday. It must just have been a bug which was quickly in and quickly out.
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